gigolo

A glossy world on the outside and emptiness on the inside - like a golden wrapper with only air inside instead of candy. The track echoes an eternal paradox: being a beautiful picture that people admire but never truly see. Money, cruises, “blue chips,” and eternal confidence in one's status - all of this should be warming, but instead of warmth, there remains a slight chill of irony.

Each verse plays with imagery: “certified gigolo,” “trust fund baby,” handsome and confident. And between the lines, an almost accidental weariness breaks through - like an admission that luxury and other people's desires cannot replace real feelings. The result is a bold soundtrack about how to be desirable and still remain a little lost.